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This morning I woke up with a case of the melancholies. It was one of those days I could have easily crawled right back into bed clutching Netflix, Gilmore Girls and a little One Tree Hill, but, thankfully, I decided wallowing was not on my to-do list.

So I grabbed my gloves and hat and headed out for a brisk walk to clear my head. I needed some time to sort out why I was feeling low. Was it the mournful Christmas songs muddling my head? Or the piles of presents that still need to be wrapped? Perhaps it’s the unseasonably warm days we’ve been having or those damn perky Facebook updates I can’t seem to ignore.

Often, though, there isn’t a clear reason for sadness. Some days I just wake up to dark clouds and rainy moods. If I acknowledge the blahs for what they are, they often don’t stick around for long. This is what happened today.

I decided to own my blues and put them to good use. I made a charitable donation to a worthy cause, ate lunch with my sister at a place we never frequent, and then cuddled with my cats on the couch. Each of these helped lift the funk just a bit.

John Lee Hooker once said that all blues tell a story and each line has a meaning. I’m not sure what my story is, but I’ll try to embrace it as it unfolds, melancholy and all.